At the age of six, Andrew attended his mother's funeral.

Before that, he saw his mother being pushed down the stairs and falling into a pool of blood.

That day, my mother wore the cream-colored cotton dress that the nobles didn't like so much, like a blooming red thorn rose.

As the thorn rose slowly became more and more blooming, her skirt also turned red, as if she had melted into this bloody red.

"Andrew." She seemed to want to call him, but she just opened her eyes and shouted nothing.

Then what was she thinking? The moment before her death.

Andrew was always curious about this question. Later, the question spread and what would he think when he was about to die?

What are you thinking? My brain seemed to be blank, and I could only see Tang Ling's cold eyes, and even the pain of the fist hitting her body was numb.

Yes, why is Tang Ling so powerful? What is his position on the list called the "Horror Lullaby"?

"This punch is for you for Via An." In the rain, Tang Ling's fist brought a strong wind, blew away a piece of rain, and directly hit Andrew's chest.

‘Puff’, Andrew spitted out a mouthful of blood, and there seemed to be internal fragments or something inside, it didn’t matter.

He had done his best and did not desecrate his last battle because of his destiny to die, but he could not defeat him, and some things could not be changed by will.

Wiping off the blood from the corner of his mouth, Andrew supported himself and barely stood up, staring at Tang Ling and smiling.

Should he be grateful to Tang Ling? He gave himself a relatively glorious way of death, rather than being oppressed and self-destructed, or being quietly executed in a dark cell.

"This punch is for you, Amir." Tang Ling rushed towards Andrew, and the punch hit Andrew's chin directly. The sound of the cracked bones was so harsh.

When the name Amir was spoken from his mouth, Tang Ling's heart stinged.

After all, should we still seek justice for him?

‘Hu’, Andrew felt a little difficult to breathe, his chin was cracked, right? If it were Henk, he would pay so much attention to his image, rather die than his chin was cracked, right? Can he avoid this punch?

It's OK.

"Ha." That year, he was four years old. Andrew shouted and punched Henk. He was serious. He wanted to subdue Henk and be the eldest brother.

But Henk, the guy who would curl his lips and cry at any time, was timid and liked to follow a group of noble children, and he was crying and avoiding it.

He seemed to have been bullied, but in fact Andrew was even more aggrieved. He didn't even hit him with a single punch.

Tired and stopped fighting, Andrew turned around and left.

Henk followed Andrew with his unwiped snot.

"Why do you want to follow me?" Andrew actually had nowhere to go. He and his mother were not qualified to attend family gatherings. Often at this time, their mother would be very sad. He didn't want to go home and see her sad eyes.

"You won't really hit me." Henk said timidly. As the son of a little noble, especially the son of a new little noble, he was only given the name because of his father's sacrifice.

Henk is actually a distance from this circle, and it is normal to be bullied.

"Ah?" Andrew was stunned. He obviously couldn't hit him, okay?

But at that moment, Henk's serious and helpless eyes seemed to touch him. Andrew couldn't help but reach out, touched his head, and said, "Okay, then follow me. I will take care of you like a brother."

How many years has it been?

Andrew was a little confused, and only felt that Tang Ling grabbed his collar and punched him again, directly hitting the abdomen.

"This punch is given to you for the Raptors Team." Tang Ling's heart was filled with sadness.

The Cliff of Hope is right in front of you. On that hot afternoon, they had stood side by side on the edge of the Cliff of Hope.

That picture is like the engraving of life, engraved in the soul.

It was not until today that Tang Ling felt what it meant to be young at that time, and what was ironic was that he was so energetic and broken at that time.

Similarly, Andrew could hardly see what was in front of him.

Help the Raptors give him a punch? Well, okay, I have had a team, the best team, the peak team.

"Andrew, I've passed the assessment and the overall score is the first." On the top of the cliff, Henk's blonde hair emitted a tiny light, as dazzling as the badge on his chest.

"Isn't that supposed to?" Andrew entered the First Preparatory Camp with a calm smile, and then became a Purple Moon Warrior. The dream can finally set sail from this time.

If he becomes a powerful Ziyue Warrior and has Henk or more powerful teammates around him, he can finally get rid of the damn Ance family, right?

"It's right, I'll be by your side all the time." Henk smiled, always with red lips and white teeth and charming green eyes.

"Well, beside me, accompany me to the top of the First Preparatory Camp." Andrew also smiled, unable to help but hold Henk.

How energetic was at that time?

Then what? Then there is Deer Godin, Emma... and finally, there is the Peak Squad.

All this is over, right?

It was over, and Andrew could feel that life was passing rapidly and could not stop him.

I wonder why that Amir can last for so long? How helpless and powerless this kind of life breath with heat is when it is far away...

In addition, it also has a sweet peace, as if the best pictures in all life have become clear, making people want to embrace death impatiently.

So, how difficult is it to support it?

Andrew raised his eyelids with difficulty. In the blur, he could see Tang Ling's face, black hair and black eyes, with a clean and clean look. He seemed to always have a hint of shyness and a hint of melancholy, but it was more of a sense of impressing power and a sense of peace of mind.

It's really hard to believe that such a feeling will appear on such a face.

But his eyes were red, did he want to cry?

"I gave this punch to you for myself. You destroyed my dream in my heart, and at least I want to keep it for ten years." Tang Ling mentioned Andrew, who was already powerless, and hit her knee hard, hitting Andrew hard...

Well, there is no way to support it.

At this moment, the last breath of life was like a pair of wind-cast hands, and those hands gently took away the warm vitality.

Andrew's eyes began to dissipate, and Tang Ling's eyes began to blur.

"Andrew, what do you think we will become in ten years?" Henk suddenly asked in the sunshine, lying on the lawn of the wild forest.

"Ten years? Of course we have become Purple Moon Warriors." Andrew answered for granted.

"I don't mean that, I mean, do you think you will have a wife and a child?" In this era, even aristocrats must shoulder the important task of increasing the population of mankind. If they marry late or not, they will not meet the requirements of aristocrats.

"Well, I don't know. Maybe there will be, what about you?" Andrew was not very interested in such things.

"I? No." Henk raised his head, looked a little serious, and then said shyly: "I think the meaning of my life is to be by your side, watch you reach the peak and achieve the wish you want to achieve. I will treat your wife as a sister. If you have children, I will treat them as another father."

While speaking, Henk turned his head and looked at Andrew and smiled. Behind him was the afternoon sun, which was rarely not so hot.

"Haha, what stupid things are you saying?" Andrew made a 'guru' sound in his throat. Only he knew what he wanted to say at this moment?

But there is no need to say it, he seemed to see his mother pick him up at this moment.

"Come here, little Andrew, look, why is your face so dirty? It's still bleeding? Is it a fight with someone again?"

"Mom." Andrew raised a smile on his lips.

"What a naughty little guy. Let's go home. Today my mother made the stew..."

"Okay, okay, then go and go home." Andrew let out his last breath. In front was his mother's warm arms, and behind was Henk's departure's back.

No need to look back and let him forget me.

"Ah..." In the rain, Tang Ling grabbed Andrew's breathless body and roared in the sky.

In my ears, shouldn’t you reverberate that unforgettable song?

"I will not forget the promise with you at the end of summer"

"There are also future dreams and greatest wishes"

Tang Ling stretched out his hand with blurred eyes and twisted Andrew's neck with a "pop". No matter how many reasons there were, no matter what he repented in the end, he could not replace what some people lost, such as Viain.

Therefore, his body could not be respected, and his head must be used to pay homage to Via.

"I believe we will meet again in the late summer ten years later."

"The best memories will be in the future."

With a "bang", Andrew's head was placed beside Via An. Via An was very peaceful, as if he could open his eyes in the next second and sang in her sweet voice.

"I met you in an unintentional moment"

The rain was gradually falling silently. Christina squatted on the ground, hugging Andy, her eyes numb.

Andy looked at Tang Ling helplessly, and he wanted to say, Tang Ling, is there any way to make them survive?

Auston sat blankly, beside him was Amir's cold body. No matter what, Auston still couldn't bear to caress his eyes.

Yu stood there blankly, and he seemed to have lost the ability to speak again. Will he become stuttering again in the future?

The whole audience was silent.

At this moment, this challenge turned out to be like this? A rogue boy from the First Preparatory Camp played a mournful funeral song for his companions in front of everyone.

"Ah, the fireworks bloom brilliantly in the night sky and are inexplicably sad."

"Ah, the wind passes with time"

I can't go back to the past, right? It's indeed a bit sad.
To be continued...